Another day on the existential dread machine

I can’t look away from this obscene little screen

Life and death and infinite jest direct to my cerebral cortex and refreshed every 30 seconds

Crowdfunding cancer drugs and digital bake sales to help bury our friends

Is this your rugged individualism, America?

Bootstrap fairy tales and no-bake conspiracy theories?

Get out of here

Tell me about your mothers and grandmothers and the strength it took them

To raise you to where you are today

My mom worked at a Subway

The restaurant not the public transportation system

This is my first facist, societal collapse

Sending kids off to class with gas masks and bulletproof backpacks

Good luck little soldiers

I know you’ll want to kill us for this when you get older (thumbs up for good luck)

As I write this the bubble wrap pop pop of gunshots go off outside

Vanessa and I drop to our knees and crawl on the floor to meet each other in the hallway

Which we’ve agreed is the safest place

This is or is not a love song

Depending on your perspective

Undereducated / over informed

Desperate for connection while forced to perform

Meaningless tasks for small amounts of currency

With one hand behind our back and say thank you for the opportunity

But wait a second, wait a second/ this feels like a shakedown

A Ponzi scheme, A fucking kamikaze mission

Is existence really just some back alley deal where we get killed if we scream?

If that’s the deal, excuse me, I’m gonna make a scene

I believe each and every single one of us are living/ breathing museums

Life is not one long twisted road to perdition

Suffering is not the price of Admission

And you don’t need anyone's permission

To justify the beauty in your existence

Smash the glass and sound the alarm

If someone falls behind take them by the arm

Lace your fingers together and lift, lift, lift

We’re all running for our lives from these mobsters grift

Allah, mickey mouse, dollar bill, jehovah, and christ,

I think we’ve seen and heard enough of all their advice

I sacrificed the first 25 years of my life

Talking to myself and preparing to die

Now I genuflect to the people

Not some shrine to the swine

I’m with the kids in the streets

Reclaiming their time